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Thursday, January 26, 2006

The sea from far began to cover the surface , How could my sadness be calmed down.
I remained straight-faced, trying to cover a hint of resignation.
You said that you wanted to leave

Love is absent

He remained silent with a tinge of sadness.
The raging waves.
(We) will understand that it is not the waves but a sea full of tears

Turn around and leave, I can’t speak out sincerely.
You have something to say but you can’t speak.
The love between a sea-bird and a fish, is only an accidental occurence.

Our love, has always been a controversial matter.
Our love has always existed, we can’t go back.
A love forever true, ends up accumulating pain.

How many times has waiting led to pain?

You have something to say but you can’t speak.
An azure coral sea, a missed momentary paleness.
At the beginning, both of our immature confessions.
You have my immature confession; that shouldn’t be.

When there’s no more warm feelings, smiles cannot be forced.
Your smiles cannot be forced.

Love is buried deep beneath the coral sea.

How do (we) rebuild the damaged sand sculpture , how could a relationship with cracks be fixed?
Only that all has ended too quickly and you said you could not understand why.

What surprises await in the shell.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom.
We do not want to play the guessing game anymore.
The sea breeze caressing the face , the salty love , (We) could not suppress the feelings for the future .

take me with you
8:41 PM


Thoughts

Everytime your love is near
And every time I'm filled with fear
Cuz every time I see your face
Could it be that this will be the one that lasts?
The fear does start to erase every time
Oh could it be that this will be the one that lasts
For all my times


Her

elizabeth; TheRoyal
since 1987
meridian jc. ntu (spms)
ntu hall 8; khalanx
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